Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.